My Teacher Ate My HomeworkRate this poem
From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
My teacher ate my homework,
which I thought was rather odd.
He sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
He took a little nibble —
it’s unusual, but true —
then had a somewhat larger bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think he must have liked it,
for he really went to town.
He gobbled it with gusto
and he wolfed the whole thing down.
He licked off all his fingers,
gave a burp and said, “You pass.”
I guess that’s how they grade you
when you’re in a cooking class.
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Reading Level: Grade 4
From the Book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies
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